When Cancer Comes

   When Cancer Comes

There is a poem by Mary Oliver, When Death Comes that has called to me for the vivid picture it paints of facing into death; of embracing the hardest thing we will face. When anything difficult arises in life we tend to feel victimized, afraid and withdraw as the first response without having a fuller picture of our capacity to respond and adapt. This poem gives us a map. The first few stanzas are:

When death comes

like the hungry bear in autumn;

when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

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Learning to Meditate

Learning to Meditate

I'm still learning meditation. I've been learning for a long time. Really the word for it is practice, but I am not getting a whole lot "better" despite years and years of practice. That's not the point. Although some folks might think so.

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

It took radical self-love and acceptance to get to the heart of this profound and powerful question. It was a long a winding road to be sure, and it required a lot of shedding and healing to be who I was meant to be. It required profound accountability for the choices I’ve made along the way, and lots of forgiveness for the myself and others. It required self- kindness and a deep love for myself that I was often uncomfortable with. For years I thought self-love was selfish.

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